Chapter 263 - 263 Great Lord Yonder(I)

263 Great Lord Yonder(I)

Even though Randy’s voice was low, as they were all not far from each other, the others also heard his hushed question. He initially didn’t want to keep his voice down. However, he didn’t want to appear tactless in front of the others.

This was especially so in front of Vairon, who took his time introducing the cityscape and its outlook to someone like him who evidently was new to the place. Therefore, he kept his voice down when he spoke to Gutz.

Meanwhile, Vairon chuckled when he heard his question to Gutz, and before Gutz could respond, he spoke: “You’re already thinking about dealing with official business even though we just arrived, huh? Well, I can take you there after—”

Gutz interrupted, eagerly saying: “Let me take him there. I also want to participate in a Gladiator match for a while now since I have yet to assimilate with my recent increase in levels.”

Vairon nodded and said: “Okay, then you can take him. The rest of us will go and report our presence to the Society. Just remember to bring him to the Society once you’re done on your end.”

“Sure.” Gutz nodded, turned to his left side, and said: “Randy, shall we go? I’m very familiar with that place so I’ll guide you there. Also, I know a shortcut to get there quickly.”

Randy gratefully replied with a slight smile: “Then I will have to trouble you then.”

He doesn’t have much time left to assimilate his temporary attributes so he really appreciated Gutz’s willingness to help him speed up the travel.

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In response, Gutz only waved his hand dismissively and said: “No problem. As I said, I originally wanted to go there later, but I am only heading there earlier than I planned. Moreover, I want to see how you fare against others in the combat ring. After all, this is a good chance to see you in action against others. No, it’s even better since you wouldn’t be able to rely on any of your combat skills. Once we get the Coliseum, if possible, I would also like to challenge you to a mock battle, but I’ll let you finish your business first.”

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‘Without relying on any of my combat skills? What does he mean by that?’

Randy had no idea what he meant by those words but he still replied: “Alright.”

Thus, with Gutz leading the way, they both made their way to the Coliseum, where the Gladiator matches would be held. As this was a Gladiator stadium where combat was held, it was more appropriate to call it Colosseum rather than Coliseum, but since it was conducted in a form of harmless sport, the first name was more appropriate.

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Around the same time.

In a secluded building not far from the Royal Castle Building in the distance, inside the underground layer of this secluded building, there was a research and experimentation facility. Within this underground research and experimentation facility, coming from one of the rooms, certain voices could be heard faintly. However, the voices were so tiny and negligible that you would think they belonged to mosquitoes.

These voices carried different sounds and decibels as they resounded through this underground facility.

Among the voices were those crying intermittently in loud shrill voices, as if their bodies were being mutilated and ripped apart bit by bit.

Some voices were harrowing and depressing as they begged for forgiveness with mournful voices. Others were shrieking madly as their voices gradually broke down, seemingly suffering from excruciating pain resulting in intense misery after being subjected to some inhuman torture.

As these voices kept on howling with painful and heart-wrenching tones, their endless chaotic emotions produced a dense mist of miasmic fog in the air within the underground facility. This mist of miasmic fog, which was formed from their chaotic emotions, could easily induce negative thoughts into anyone who was near the place without protection.

The thick walls of this underground research facility were smeared with red blood stains, making it appear extremely eerie at a glance. Some of these smeared blood had yet to dry up, looking like they had only recently been smeared on the cemented walls.

However, the majority of the blood that stained the wall had already dried up, seemingly for a long time now. The fresh blood continues to splatter on top of the already dried-up blood, making splashing sounds alongside the various screaming voices.

The current appearance of the cemented walls in the facility made it appear as though they were painted in red, but in actuality, these walls were originally painted with spotless white paint.

In summary, this underground research and experimentation facility is a repulsive and gruesome location with a shocking and traumatizing environment. The atmosphere within the room was spine-chilling and horrendous, enough to put any surgeon with enough experience in dealing with human body parts to shame.

As soon as anyone accidentally walked into this room, the first thing they would see was the various blood-colored torture devices of differing sizes and purposes that were aligned on the walls and also strewn on the blood-painted floor. This was enough to make them shudder in horror.

Not only that, but if they were to see the bloody walls and the current scene of dismembered limbs, mutilated body parts, and the countless protrusions sticking out from some of the restrained bodies resulting from being impaled by sharp spikes, they would experience an intense and uncontrollable churning in their stomachs. The sudden uncomfortable assault inside their stomach would be enough to make them regurgitate whatever food they ate recently out of disgust.

Either that or they would experience a dreadful chill in their bones enough to render them helpless and breathless, inundating them with a trepidatory feeling in their guts that would leave them unable to express themselves for a long while. It might vary for each individual. Some people might even experience a Vasovagal Syncope attack and faint at the mere sight of blood. This would be due to the considerable amount of blood that was currently sprayed everywhere in the room of the underground facility.

Inside this sickening and unnerving room filled with a disgusting and terrifying atmosphere was a sharp-looking middle-aged man with a chilly expression that seemed to carry no form of fluctuation of emotion on his face.

He was currently tightly gripping a saw as he slowly grated the leg of a weeping youthful boy who fiercely screamed loudly in a harrowed voice. His face displayed intense agony and suffering from the pain of having his legs grated slowly by the saw.

The eye sockets of this youthful boy were empty, seemingly having been dug out by the middle-aged man beforehand, so he could only shed tears of blood as he was subjected to endless cruel torture that would only stop once he had died.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man’s expressionless gaze was cold, resembling a block of chilly frozen ice, as he grated and slowly tortured the teenage boy. It was as if he was devoid of all the humane emotions that a human being should have. He was completely unfeeling and unsympathetic.

He indifferently ignored the agonizing scream of the teenage boy and continued applying more pressure as he grated his leg. He did this until he completely cut through the flesh, then bones, and finally ridding the teenage boy of his remaining limb.